Dayne leaned into her kiss, running his hand through her soft hair spread across the pillow.
After several minutes, he raised his head.
“But you’re good with it? And you feel okay?”
“I’m good, and I feel okay. I’m starting to think the sickness was more because of what Uncle Glynn drugged me with than because of the baby.”
“Sick?” He frowned, examining her face. She didn’t look sick. Maybe a touch paler than usual, but not sick.
He was completely unprepared for her grin.
“It’s very nice of you to pretend you didn’t smell at least four layers of sick when you found me, and I love you for it.”
Dayne stilled. And then she stilled.
“Did I just hear you say the L-word?” he murmured, fighting a grin.
She shook her head.
“You must be hearing things. As if such a thing would pass these l
